At :28 second when they “wah, wah,wah” sound comes in it’s like life taunting you for your bad choices. Maybe it’s the psychology major in me but that’s how I analyzed it lol. One of my favorite tracks though.
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Never had a mothafuckin' weed card I'm down to flatline a nigga, never been soft Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all I was thirteen with my mothafuckin' heat, y'all Nigga caught cases tryna take your fuckin' screen off I could put your fuckin' life on the recall, uh, yeah Lookin' for the bitches with the ass Got an ice chain cause a nigga gettin' cash Three different pagers blowin' up because I'm crackin' Tryna turn a dollar to a million, ho, what's happenin'? O-orange laces, for my shoestrings Pistol on me, dunk this in her g-string Ridin' in my mothafuckin' Coupe-Ville Hoover with my mothafuckin' locs, steel Figg side niggas keep a dope fiend Ghetto bird, hit a kil', I ghetto hoop dreams Tryna strike me out before I finish school I was just a square nigga 'til I took my 52, oh, yeah, ayy Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all We love, we go We rise, we go Our pride, we show We love, we go Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Tryna get this mothafuckin' weed off Gang injunctions tell me where we can't go Shoot me in my back because my afro Heard I got a stripe on my record then it's true Cops effin' at my record, never told 'em what I knew I was in my nigga car garage, yeah, I'm tryna shoot I was out here sellin' dope at 14, what it do? I was out here fuckin' hoes at 14, what it do? I was ditchin' class, fifth grade, yeah, I'm Groovy Q Ain't no biggy when the small nigga rob, gimme loot Pop a nigga on his mom's porch, kill his brother too Nigga lost his first fade nine years after school Nigga tryna get the Js, blue Chucks sick as flu Runnin' from the crash unit like my name was State Farm On my nigga's handlebars tryna get our groove on, yeah Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all We love, we go We rise, we go Our pride, we show We love, we go Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all B-B-Bellin', bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin', bellin' street, y'all B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin', bellin', bellin' B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Mothafuckin' street, street, street, y'all
[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q] Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Never had a mothafuckin' weed card I'm down to flatline a nigga, never been soft Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all I was thirteen with my mothafuckin' heat, y'all Nigga caught cases tryna take your fuckin' screen off I could put your fuckin' life on the recall, uh, yeah Lookin' for the bitches with the ass Got an icey chain cause a nigga gettin' cash Three different pagers blowin' up because I'm crackin' Tryna turn a dollar to a million, ho, what's happenin'? O-orange laces, for my shoestrings Pistol on me, dope is in her g-string Ridin' in my mothafuckin' Coupe-Ville Groovin' with my mothafuckin' locs still Fig side niggas keep a dope fiend Ghetto bird here to kill our ghetto hoop dreams Tryna strike me out before I finish school I was just a square nigga 'til I took my 52, oh, yeah, ayy [Chorus: ScHoolboy Q & Sam Dew] Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all, ah, on me, though Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all, ah, on me, though We love, we go, we rise, we low Our pride, we show, we love, we go [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Tryna get this mothafuckin' weed off Gang injunction tell me where we can't go Shoot me in my back because my afro Heard I got a strike on my record then it's true Cops effin' at my record, never told 'em what I knew I was in my nigga car garage, yeah, I'm tryna shoot I was out here sellin' dope at 14, what it do? I was out here fuckin' hoes at 14, what it do? I was ditchin' class, fifth grade, yeah, I'm Groovy Q Ain't no biggie when the small nigga rob, gimme loot Pop a nigga on his mom's porch, kill his brother too Nigga lost his first fade nine years after school Nigga tryna get the Js, blue Chucks sick as flu Runnin' from the crash unit like my name was State Farm On my nigga's handlebars tryna get our groove on, yeah [Chorus: ScHoolboy Q & Sam Dew] Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, ah, on me, though Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, ah, on me, though We love, we go, we rise, we low Our pride, we show, we love, we go [Outro: ScHoolboy Q] Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all B-B-Bellin', bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin', bellin' street, y'all B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin', bellin', bellin' B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Mothafuckin' street, street, street, John
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Never had a mothafuckin' weed card I'm down to flatline a nigga, never been soft Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all I was thirteen with my mothafuckin' heat, y'all Nigga caught cases tryna take your fuckin' screen off I could put your fuckin' life on the recall, uh, yeah Lookin' for the bitches with the ass Got an ice chain cause a nigga gettin' cash Three different pagers blowin' up because I'm crackin' Tryna turn a dollar to a million, ho, what's happenin'? O-orange laces, for my shoestrings Pistol on me, dunk this in her g-string Ridin' in my mothafuckin' Coupe-Ville Hoover with my mothafuckin' locs, steel Figg side niggas keep a dope fiend Ghetto bird, hit a kil', I ghetto hoop dreams Tryna strike me out before I finish school I was just a square nigga 'til I took my 52, oh, yeah, ayy Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all We love, we go We rise, we go Our pride, we show We love, we go Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Tryna get this mothafuckin' weed off Gang injunctions tell me where we can't go Shoot me in my back because my afro Heard I got a stripe on my record then it's true Cops effin' at my record, never told 'em what I knew I was in my nigga car garage, yeah, I'm tryna shoot I was out here sellin' dope at 14, what it do? I was out here fuckin' hoes at 14, what it do? I was ditchin' class, fifth grade, yeah, I'm Groovy Q Ain't no biggy when the small nigga rob, gimme loot Pop a nigga on his mom's porch, kill his brother too Nigga lost his first fade nine years after school Nigga tryna get the Js, blue Chucks sick as flu Runnin' from the crash unit like my name was State Farm On my nigga's handlebars tryna get our groove on, yeah Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all We love, we go We rise, we go Our pride, we show We love, we go Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all B-B-Bellin', bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin', bellin' street, y'all B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin', bellin', bellin' B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Mothafuckin' street, street, street, y'all
@@dn30001 here's the first beat of that song by Alchemist, don't know where you can get the second part but it was produced by j.lbs ruclips.net/video/3tiaw9HSq9Y/видео.html
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Never had a mothafuckin' weed card I'm down to flatline a nigga, never been soft Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all I was thirteen with my mothafuckin' heat, y'all Nigga caught cases tryna take your fuckin' screen off I could put your fuckin' life on the recall, uh, yeah Lookin' for the bitches with the ass Got an ice chain 'cause a nigga gettin' cash Three different pagers blowin' up because I'm crackin' Tryna turn a dollar to a million, ho, what's happenin'? O-orange laces, for my shoestrings Pistol on me, dunk this in her g-string Ridin' in my mothafuckin' Coupe-Ville Hoover with my mothafuckin' locs, steel Fig side niggas keep a dope fiend Ghetto bird, hit a kil', I ghetto hoop dreams Tryna strike me out before I finish school I was just a square nigga 'til I took my 52, oh, yeah, ayy Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all We love, we go We rise, we go Our pride, we show We love, we go Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Tryna get this mothafuckin' weed off Gang injunctions tell me where we can't go Shoot me in my back because my afro Heard I got a stripe on my record then it's true Cops effin' at my record, never told 'em what I knew I was in my nigga car garage, yeah, I'm tryna shoot I was out here sellin' dope at 14, what it do? I was out here fuckin' hoes at 14, what it do? I was ditchin' class, fifth grade, yeah, I'm Groovy Q Ain't no biggy when the small nigga rob, gimme loot Pop a nigga on his mom's porch, kill his brother too Nigga lost his first fade nine years after school Nigga tryna get the Js, blue Chucks sick as flu Runnin' from the crash unit like my name was State Farm On my nigga's handlebars tryna get our groove on, yeah Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all We love, we go We rise, we go Our pride, we show We love, we go Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all B-B-Bellin', bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin', bellin' through tHe mothafuckin', bellin' street, y'all B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin', bellin', bellin' B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q] Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Never had a mothafuckin' weed card I'm down to flatline a nigga, never been soft Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all I was thirteen with my mothafuckin' heat, y'all Nigga caught cases tryna take your fuckin' screen off I could put your fuckin' life on the recall, uh, yeah Lookin' for the bitches with the ass Got an icey chain cause a nigga gettin' cash Three different pagers blowin' up because I'm crackin' Tryna turn a dollar to a million, ho, what's happenin'? O-orange laces, for my shoestrings Pistol on me, dope is in her g-string Ridin' in my mothafuckin' Coupe-Ville Groovin' with my mothafuckin' locs still Fig side niggas keep a dope fiend Ghetto bird here to kill our ghetto hoop dreams Tryna strike me out before I finish school I was just a square nigga 'til I took my 52, oh, yeah, ayy [Chorus: ScHoolboy Q & Sam Dew] Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all, ah, on me, though Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all, ah, on me, though We love, we go, we rise, we low Our pride, we show, we love, we go [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Tryna get this mothafuckin' weed off Gang injunction tell me where we can't go Shoot me in my back because my afro Heard I got a strike on my record then it's true Cops effin' at my record, never told 'em what I knew I was in my nigga car garage, yeah, I'm tryna shoot I was out here sellin' dope at 14, what it do? I was out here fuckin' hoes at 14, what it do? I was ditchin' class, fifth grade, yeah, I'm Groovy Q Ain't no biggie when the small nigga rob, gimme loot Pop a nigga on his mom's porch, kill his brother too Nigga lost his first fade nine years after school Nigga tryna get the Js, blue Chucks sick as flu Runnin' from the crash unit like my name was State Farm On my nigga's handlebars tryna get our groove on, yeah [Chorus: ScHoolboy Q & Sam Dew] Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, ah, on me, though Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, ah, on me, though We love, we go, we rise, we low Our pride, we show, we love, we go [Outro: ScHoolboy Q] Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all B-B-Bellin', bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin', bellin' street, y'all B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin', bellin', bellin' B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Mothafuckin' street, street, street, John
Bruh this could literally be a GTA theme.
My god the chorus part is out of this world
One of the best chorus’ I’ve ever heard in a song
I know!!!
#nowordsforcowardsears
schools got the tripest beats
Genius
incredible how it goes from aggressive to smooth as fuck
This is hard bruh how did SchoolBoy even gain enough courage to rap on this?
That why i started liking his music!! Mumble rap getting stupid
@@andrespelayo6833 whats up Nathan
literally not even a hard beat
@@Ahmed-fv8td homies just gotta skat real quick.
@@andrespelayo6833 my nathan
THis is tHe best beat Q Has rapped to.
I like to believe the best beat would be Gangsta Gangsta
@@zillahonthetrack9359 that's weird way to write Oxymoron title track
Break the Bank is up there too
Absolutely insane instrumental. SO good.
Start rapping on this and a gun just appears.
This wasn’t made on earth wtf 🔥
At :28 second when they “wah, wah,wah” sound comes in it’s like life taunting you for your bad choices. Maybe it’s the psychology major in me but that’s how I analyzed it lol. One of my favorite tracks though.
0:23 is 🔥
BALLIN' THROUGH THE MUDAFAKKIN STREET Y'ALL
Is it official instrumental?
Yes
Indeed
@@archy6723 спасибо
@@Ibr_k47 thanks
chorus make me cry
Fr lmao
1:15
Sounwave is an underrated producer.
this is stupid good
the melody was like : 😇
bass was like : 😡👿👿😈
Perfect way to describe the beat 💯
Omg How ?!?!🔥🔥🔥
This is perfect
Amazing bruh this is even better than the original!
its the original
NΛVΛZ 🤣
wtf crzy
Ахуенный бит. Спасибо
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Never had a mothafuckin' weed card
I'm down to flatline a nigga, never been soft
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
I was thirteen with my mothafuckin' heat, y'all
Nigga caught cases tryna take your fuckin' screen off
I could put your fuckin' life on the recall, uh, yeah
Lookin' for the bitches with the ass
Got an ice chain cause a nigga gettin' cash
Three different pagers blowin' up because I'm crackin'
Tryna turn a dollar to a million, ho, what's happenin'?
O-orange laces, for my shoestrings
Pistol on me, dunk this in her g-string
Ridin' in my mothafuckin' Coupe-Ville
Hoover with my mothafuckin' locs, steel
Figg side niggas keep a dope fiend
Ghetto bird, hit a kil', I ghetto hoop dreams
Tryna strike me out before I finish school
I was just a square nigga 'til I took my 52, oh, yeah, ayy
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
We love, we go
We rise, we go
Our pride, we show
We love, we go
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Tryna get this mothafuckin' weed off
Gang injunctions tell me where we can't go
Shoot me in my back because my afro
Heard I got a stripe on my record then it's true
Cops effin' at my record, never told 'em what I knew
I was in my nigga car garage, yeah, I'm tryna shoot
I was out here sellin' dope at 14, what it do?
I was out here fuckin' hoes at 14, what it do?
I was ditchin' class, fifth grade, yeah, I'm Groovy Q
Ain't no biggy when the small nigga rob, gimme loot
Pop a nigga on his mom's porch, kill his brother too
Nigga lost his first fade nine years after school
Nigga tryna get the Js, blue Chucks sick as flu
Runnin' from the crash unit like my name was State Farm
On my nigga's handlebars tryna get our groove on, yeah
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
We love, we go
We rise, we go
Our pride, we show
We love, we go
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
B-B-Bellin', bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin', bellin' street, y'all
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin', bellin', bellin'
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Mothafuckin' street, street, street, y'all
This is GOLD
This is dope.
Groovy murdered this shii
Chorus parts 🔥
This beat tho🎉🎉🎉❤😂😂😂😂😊
Fucking beautiful
Classic
😍😍😍
Sheeeeeesh!!
[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Never had a mothafuckin' weed card
I'm down to flatline a nigga, never been soft
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
I was thirteen with my mothafuckin' heat, y'all
Nigga caught cases tryna take your fuckin' screen off
I could put your fuckin' life on the recall, uh, yeah
Lookin' for the bitches with the ass
Got an icey chain cause a nigga gettin' cash
Three different pagers blowin' up because I'm crackin'
Tryna turn a dollar to a million, ho, what's happenin'?
O-orange laces, for my shoestrings
Pistol on me, dope is in her g-string
Ridin' in my mothafuckin' Coupe-Ville
Groovin' with my mothafuckin' locs still
Fig side niggas keep a dope fiend
Ghetto bird here to kill our ghetto hoop dreams
Tryna strike me out before I finish school
I was just a square nigga 'til I took my 52, oh, yeah, ayy
[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q & Sam Dew]
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all, ah, on me, though
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all, ah, on me, though
We love, we go, we rise, we low
Our pride, we show, we love, we go
[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Tryna get this mothafuckin' weed off
Gang injunction tell me where we can't go
Shoot me in my back because my afro
Heard I got a strike on my record then it's true
Cops effin' at my record, never told 'em what I knew
I was in my nigga car garage, yeah, I'm tryna shoot
I was out here sellin' dope at 14, what it do?
I was out here fuckin' hoes at 14, what it do?
I was ditchin' class, fifth grade, yeah, I'm Groovy Q
Ain't no biggie when the small nigga rob, gimme loot
Pop a nigga on his mom's porch, kill his brother too
Nigga lost his first fade nine years after school
Nigga tryna get the Js, blue Chucks sick as flu
Runnin' from the crash unit like my name was State Farm
On my nigga's handlebars tryna get our groove on, yeah
[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q & Sam Dew]
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, ah, on me, though
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, ah, on me, though
We love, we go, we rise, we low
Our pride, we show, we love, we go
[Outro: ScHoolboy Q]
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
B-B-Bellin', bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin', bellin' street, y'all
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin', bellin', bellin'
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Mothafuckin' street, street, street, John
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Never had a mothafuckin' weed card
I'm down to flatline a nigga, never been soft
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
I was thirteen with my mothafuckin' heat, y'all
Nigga caught cases tryna take your fuckin' screen off
I could put your fuckin' life on the recall, uh, yeah
Lookin' for the bitches with the ass
Got an ice chain cause a nigga gettin' cash
Three different pagers blowin' up because I'm crackin'
Tryna turn a dollar to a million, ho, what's happenin'?
O-orange laces, for my shoestrings
Pistol on me, dunk this in her g-string
Ridin' in my mothafuckin' Coupe-Ville
Hoover with my mothafuckin' locs, steel
Figg side niggas keep a dope fiend
Ghetto bird, hit a kil', I ghetto hoop dreams
Tryna strike me out before I finish school
I was just a square nigga 'til I took my 52, oh, yeah, ayy
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
We love, we go
We rise, we go
Our pride, we show
We love, we go
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Tryna get this mothafuckin' weed off
Gang injunctions tell me where we can't go
Shoot me in my back because my afro
Heard I got a stripe on my record then it's true
Cops effin' at my record, never told 'em what I knew
I was in my nigga car garage, yeah, I'm tryna shoot
I was out here sellin' dope at 14, what it do?
I was out here fuckin' hoes at 14, what it do?
I was ditchin' class, fifth grade, yeah, I'm Groovy Q
Ain't no biggy when the small nigga rob, gimme loot
Pop a nigga on his mom's porch, kill his brother too
Nigga lost his first fade nine years after school
Nigga tryna get the Js, blue Chucks sick as flu
Runnin' from the crash unit like my name was State Farm
On my nigga's handlebars tryna get our groove on, yeah
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
We love, we go
We rise, we go
Our pride, we show
We love, we go
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
B-B-Bellin', bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin', bellin' street, y'all
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin', bellin', bellin'
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Mothafuckin' street, street, street, y'all
Anyone know the beatmaker please ?
Sounwave
Lucifer spelled backwards is the word reficul which is poop, crap, reficul matter
7:47 PM
WHy did you take the Know Ya Wrong Instrumental down from RUclips? Any chance you can put that one back up?
wasn't me bro, I never uploaded that beat
@@suninleo98 sorry for that fam. Would you have that joint by any chance??
@@dn30001 here's the first beat of that song by Alchemist, don't know where you can get the second part but it was produced by j.lbs ruclips.net/video/3tiaw9HSq9Y/видео.html
Wrecked with my hands and on da mic…next!!! J/j throwed!!!
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Never had a mothafuckin' weed card
I'm down to flatline a nigga, never been soft
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
I was thirteen with my mothafuckin' heat, y'all
Nigga caught cases tryna take your fuckin' screen off
I could put your fuckin' life on the recall, uh, yeah
Lookin' for the bitches with the ass
Got an ice chain 'cause a nigga gettin' cash
Three different pagers blowin' up because I'm crackin'
Tryna turn a dollar to a million, ho, what's happenin'?
O-orange laces, for my shoestrings
Pistol on me, dunk this in her g-string
Ridin' in my mothafuckin' Coupe-Ville
Hoover with my mothafuckin' locs, steel
Fig side niggas keep a dope fiend
Ghetto bird, hit a kil', I ghetto hoop dreams
Tryna strike me out before I finish school
I was just a square nigga 'til I took my 52, oh, yeah, ayy
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
We love, we go
We rise, we go
Our pride, we show
We love, we go
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Tryna get this mothafuckin' weed off
Gang injunctions tell me where we can't go
Shoot me in my back because my afro
Heard I got a stripe on my record then it's true
Cops effin' at my record, never told 'em what I knew
I was in my nigga car garage, yeah, I'm tryna shoot
I was out here sellin' dope at 14, what it do?
I was out here fuckin' hoes at 14, what it do?
I was ditchin' class, fifth grade, yeah, I'm Groovy Q
Ain't no biggy when the small nigga rob, gimme loot
Pop a nigga on his mom's porch, kill his brother too
Nigga lost his first fade nine years after school
Nigga tryna get the Js, blue Chucks sick as flu
Runnin' from the crash unit like my name was State Farm
On my nigga's handlebars tryna get our groove on, yeah
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
We love, we go
We rise, we go
Our pride, we show
We love, we go
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
B-B-Bellin', bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin', bellin' through tHe mothafuckin', bellin' street, y'all
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin', bellin', bellin'
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Fuckin gangster shit, I love it! 🙌♥️
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DOPE af
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Poawww wooaaooooo
Finally
Somebody needa do a flex freestyle to this beat
This beat cries for camron
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[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Never had a mothafuckin' weed card
I'm down to flatline a nigga, never been soft
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
I was thirteen with my mothafuckin' heat, y'all
Nigga caught cases tryna take your fuckin' screen off
I could put your fuckin' life on the recall, uh, yeah
Lookin' for the bitches with the ass
Got an icey chain cause a nigga gettin' cash
Three different pagers blowin' up because I'm crackin'
Tryna turn a dollar to a million, ho, what's happenin'?
O-orange laces, for my shoestrings
Pistol on me, dope is in her g-string
Ridin' in my mothafuckin' Coupe-Ville
Groovin' with my mothafuckin' locs still
Fig side niggas keep a dope fiend
Ghetto bird here to kill our ghetto hoop dreams
Tryna strike me out before I finish school
I was just a square nigga 'til I took my 52, oh, yeah, ayy
[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q & Sam Dew]
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all, ah, on me, though
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all, ah, on me, though
We love, we go, we rise, we low
Our pride, we show, we love, we go
[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Tryna get this mothafuckin' weed off
Gang injunction tell me where we can't go
Shoot me in my back because my afro
Heard I got a strike on my record then it's true
Cops effin' at my record, never told 'em what I knew
I was in my nigga car garage, yeah, I'm tryna shoot
I was out here sellin' dope at 14, what it do?
I was out here fuckin' hoes at 14, what it do?
I was ditchin' class, fifth grade, yeah, I'm Groovy Q
Ain't no biggie when the small nigga rob, gimme loot
Pop a nigga on his mom's porch, kill his brother too
Nigga lost his first fade nine years after school
Nigga tryna get the Js, blue Chucks sick as flu
Runnin' from the crash unit like my name was State Farm
On my nigga's handlebars tryna get our groove on, yeah
[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q & Sam Dew]
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, ah, on me, though
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, ah, on me, though
We love, we go, we rise, we low
Our pride, we show, we love, we go
[Outro: ScHoolboy Q]
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
B-B-Bellin', bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin', bellin' street, y'all
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin', bellin', bellin'
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Mothafuckin' street, street, street, John
Finally the instrumental released!!! Fkkkk yeah. Just as sick as the song is.